// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
Pip’s excitement over the arachnids draws a rumbling laugh from Sunjata’s chest, content to let the dragon demolish every little spider in her path should she see fit. He steps into the house, meanwhile, letting Koa follow him as he delves deeper into the house. “Oh, good idea. It gets pretty icy and snowy here. What do you think of it so far?” Distracted as he is, he crushes another couple of spiders beneath his boot as he disturbs them the further into the house they go.
Aside from the spiders roaming about, the house itself looks like it hasn’t been used much. Upon entry there’s a hallway with a little closet, where a jacket sits that looks to be about Sunjata’s size but doesn’t wear in the places Sunjata’s own clothes do. A trinket of Nate’s he’s kept. Further in, a living room, a thin layer of dust has settled on the top of the table, a comfortable looking seating area with plenty of throw blankets, a couple toys off in the corner that belonged to children. Alongside that, there’s a space on the couch that looks like it had been the place Sunjata had slept for a lot of it — too drunk to make it upstairs to his bedroom once the news of who had fallen in the war had reached them.
Aside from the spiders roaming about, the house itself looks like it hasn’t been used much. Upon entry there’s a hallway with a little closet, where a jacket sits that looks to be about Sunjata’s size but doesn’t wear in the places Sunjata’s own clothes do. A trinket of Nate’s he’s kept. Further in, a living room, a thin layer of dust has settled on the top of the table, a comfortable looking seating area with plenty of throw blankets, a couple toys off in the corner that belonged to children. Alongside that, there’s a space on the couch that looks like it had been the place Sunjata had slept for a lot of it — too drunk to make it upstairs to his bedroom once the news of who had fallen in the war had reached them.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
